Realistic or Modern The Oath - 1940s Gangster Drama - IC (Ended)

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Misty Gray Foxy

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"The fox's fur is beautiful, but their teeth are just as sharp as a wolf's."

Maite
“Well, of you excuse me, Hunter, I have to begin closing up, so you might as well leave. Sorry boys.” She smiled as the familiar faces moaned sadly. They payed for the last of their drinks and left, disappearing for the night. Martzel began sweeping the floor as Maite wiped down tables and placed the stools onto the tables. She made sure that he was gone when they really got to work. Martzel hurried to the apartment to wake Ander and Danny from their naps while Maite finished up downstairs. By the time the lights had been shut out in the Fox’s Den, the apartment lights gave a dim glow to the Bloody Alley. She was surprised, but not really to see Lloyd fast asleep on the couch. She spoke tepidly in Basque to her brother, who was blinking sleep from his eyes and taking a deep sip of coffee.
“You forgot about tonight, didn’t you…”
“Yeah, yeah I did. Sorry, Maite.” Danny got up and swallowed his latest sip. “He won’t cause trouble and we’ll be back in time for mass tomorrow.”
“Fine. If he starts anything, Jona will end it.” Maite left the boys downstairs to open the gun case and began preparing for the shipment delivery tonight. She shuffled through her trunk until she found the men’s clothes she had borrowed from Ander. First, she bandaged up her bust to avoid any suspicion. Her hair was quickly pinned up and she placed a tweed cap firmly on her head. She looked like a kid, or a very youthful teenager, but she did pass as male. A little voice made her turn her head.
“Terese? What are you doing up so late?” She knelt down to the little girl and cooed at her in French.
“Maite...you look like Denny in photos.” Maite couldn’t help but smile. Terese had a slight twinge to her words, so Danny came out sounding like Denny.
“Yeah, yeah I do baby girl. Come on, it’s time for you to go back to bed.”
“Are you and Denny going out?”
“Shush. Grown up stuff going on here.” Smiling she picked the little one up and carried her to bed. “There you are. Now go to bed alright? We have mass tomorrow.”
“Yes, Mai.”
“That’s my girl...nightie night girly.” She softly kissed her on the head, and left her to curl up with her favorite plush.
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Danny
Danny reloaded the rifle and aimed it, checking the balance for the third time. Ander sported an assault rifle with Martzel, like Danny, using a military sanctioned rifle from the War. In each of their side holders they carried pistols, filled with metal death. When Maite came down dressed in men’s clothes, Danny knew better than to argue with his sister. She had made her decision on the matter, and he wasn’t going to be the brunt of her sharp and paralyzing glare.
“What’s tonight.”
“A thing of arms, mostly explosives...to be carried from the train station to port to be sent up to Milwaukee later tomorrow.” Maite herself grabbed a rifle and a pistol and they made their way downstairs to the garage. A black, 39 plymouth awaited them, and they silently stood around, making sure everything was set for later.

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Location: Romano Residence
Interaction: Misty Gray Enzyme
Mentioned: N/A
Actions: Sitting down to chat with Giovanni

"That is not what you told me, Vince," she said to him as heard the telephone ring. "This conversation is not over darling," Gianna told him as she brushed her hair off of her shoulder and decided that she let him leave. He looked to be in a hurry, but that was normal so she shrugged it off. Gianna sat down at one of the seats at the table, trying to take a breather for a moment since she has been going all over the place. Gianna heard her husband talking down the hall and she could have sworn she heard a female's name, but Gianna trusted her husband a lot and didn't think anything of it. She did hate it when he had female business partners, but she never let him see through her.

"I have a question for you Giovanni." She said to him as she put her hand out for him to sit across from her. "You know I like you, I like you a lot. You are like a son to me, and I am only asking you this because I see that you and Alena seem to be a bit close." Gianna said adding on as she leaned in more,"How is she doing?" Gianna asked as a concerning mother.

 

[Enzyme]

Angel kept his hands folded behind his back as he observed the beautiful art on the ceiling. He also tried to think of the repercussions of their actions and how it could affect the family. He hadn't really thought about that until Vinnie mentioned it. He was strangely worried it would also affect his relationship with Conor, if he was ever able to figure out who did it. It was a shame, for Angel felt just as home in the Emerald as he did in the Fox's Den.

Angel's head lowered to Gianna as she spoke. His eyes followed the trail of her fingers, moving to the chair next to her. As he sat, he adjusted himself in the seat to get comfortable. His ears perked as Alena's name slipped out of Gianna's lips. At the mention of them being close, his heart began to pound against his rib cage in a frantic beating. When her final question arrived after a moment of silence, a flow of relief came over his body. He kept his entire little episode concealed, looking relaxed throughout the duration of her dialogue. "She's doing well, giving her old man a hard time. She's a good girl, just a little rebellious is all. How old is she now? 18? Pff, you guys have it easy. I was not so generous to my poor Madre when I was her age. Not only was I sneaking out, but the cops were bringing me home. When I didn't come home, my ma' had to assume I was either sleeping at one of my friend's homes, whom she hated, or the slammer. Alena is a good girl, she just wants to express herself as her own person. Not just the youngest of the Romanos'."

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[neverbackdown]

Alex smiled as she broke away from her mothers hug. She was delighted her mother was back as she had missed her but it also meant she had to be careful again about sneaking out since her mother was aware of her adventures. She snapped from her thoughts and looked up to see Angel walk in, she smiled as she turned to face him "Hi Angel" She said before yawning. Alex grabbed the bottle of wine and made her way towards the door, she was tired and if she was to meet Conor in the morning, she needed to sleep soon. "Trying to win your mother-in-law over?" She questioned in a teasing tone, low enough for only Angel to hear "Bring chocolates or clothes" She added before walking past him. Although She wasn't sure, she had suspicions that Alena and Angel liked each other, although Alex knew better than to say it to anyone. "Night all" She said loudly as she walked from the room, she made sure to ruffle Monte's hair one last time and to give him a hug before she left, Monte wasn't that overly touchy and to be honest, sometimes Alex wondered if he actually liked her, but she did this as both to be annoying and also to show she did love her brother and to see his reaction.
Alex walked out of the room and upstairs, bottle in hand. As she walked to her room, she passed Alena's room and heard the shower and frowned to herself , she knew that Alena had showers when she was upset and after her father admitting that he had annoyed Alena, Alex had to make sure she was ok. Alex walked into Alena's room, taking a swig of the bottle of wine before placing it on the nightstand and lying down on the bed, Waiting for Alena to finish in the shower.

(I'm sorry thats so badly written, Im a bit drunk haha)

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Location: Romano Residence
Interaction: Enzyme
Mentioned: Misty Gray
Actions: Upstairs unpacking her bags

"Ah, seems as if you know her pretty well," Gianna said as she let out a slight smile. Gianna was not going to meddle in young peoples 'adventures' as she likes to call it. But she hoped that Giovanni was playing his cards right since her husband is very strict about his daughters dating. "Play your cards right my dear," she said to him as she took his hand in hers and pat it gently. Gianna wasn't encouraging anything, nor was she giving a yes or no, but she was not oblivious to what is going on between Giovanni and her daughter. Also, Giovanni gave it away when she could see that his breathing became heavier. "That is interesting because I can relate to that as well since I was the reckless kind in the family. When I used to live in Sicily with my mother and father, they would always try to keep me behind walls but sometimes I would sneak out and later get in trouble with my father for doing so. So I can see where Alena gets her rebellious side from," Gianna said with a slight chuckle.

"I should go and unpack now, see you later," Gianna said to him as she stood up and walked upstairs to go to her room. When she opened the door, the bags were already in the room, so all she had to do was unpack.
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Location: Romano Residence (In her bathroom)
Interaction: neverbackdown
Mentioned: Misty Gray Enzyme Foxy
Actions: In her bedroom drying her hair

Alena had gotten into the bathroom and she closed the door behind her. Alena had a pretty big bathroom and she enjoyed the perks since it had a pretty nice view of the garden that was in the backyard. Alena thought about everything, she thought about Giovanni, her sister, Monte and her father. Alena felt dirty, her father made her feel dirty after what he said to her and she just couldn't get back up from that. Alena felt like she was going backward with him then forwards and it was hard for her now since she felt a bit discouraged. Alena let the water pour into the tub and she added in herbs since she has sensitive skin, and not to mention that the herbs made her skin super soft. Alena took off her robe to expose her bare body and she slipped into the tub when the water was filled all the way up.

Alena leaned her head back on the edge and she let out a slight sigh as she let the water hug her body so. It has been an hour since she was in that bathtub and by now her fingers were super pruney. Alena heard the floor creak, she quickly sat up straight in the bathroom and her heart began to pump faster and faster. She slowly got out of the tub all wet and everything and she slipped on her silk robe and tied it. The robe clung to her wet body as she made a move towards the door and slowly opened it. When she opened the door and peeked her head out she saw that it was her sister who was laying in her bed, Alena had a sigh of relief. "Alex, you could at least have gone to shower or bathe. Now my sheets are going to be dirty," Alena said to her sister as she walked out with a towel in her hand and began drying her hair. "Is everything alright?" Alena asked.

 

[Ineptitude]

"Thank you, sir. I'll be sure to keep that in mind." Fortuna nodded slightly at Vinnie's words, rather grateful for the warning despite the fact that she was already aware of such things. "But anyways, I do believe that the Duilios will continue to try and take advantage of us." She said, smiling as always as she twirled the cord around her index finger. "If there's even a single good point about them, it's that they're persistent." Here, she paused for a short while, before adding to her last sentence. "Very persistent. Especially that boss of theirs."

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Emmet Sullivan
"It's probably best you work together so the CPD doesn't raise any eyebrows at an unknown man on the scene alone. With Conor there it will make more sense, as her brother." The tension in Emmet's shoulders eased as he spoke, putting into action the beginnings of a plan putting his worried mind at ease. "Head home and grab your car, and when we return we can speak about recruits."
He gave a knowing glance at Luca, one that told him it was a matter he didn't want to discuss in front of Shannon or Conor. Straightening his wrinkled jacket, he gave Shannon a kiss on the cheek.
"We will talk after tonight's business is finished, acushla." With the main things taken care of, Emmet left the room after a curt nod to both Luca and Conor, intending to grab James but deciding to get something to eat first. An empty stomach often fueled his anger. Serving himself, he stood in the kitchen, eating slowly, poring over the details of the evening in his head.
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Monte Romano
Monte couldn't help but let out an amused snort as he watched Angel speak to his mother, though he choked it off quickly enough he hoped neither would notice.
The thought of a man like Angel getting all soft over women made his eyes twinkle with amusement. For all he cared, Alena could do whatever she wished, and he cared not if Angel wooed her, nor if he broke her heart. To Monte, watching most people around him was like a game, every expression a challenge to his knowledge of human body language. Whether they knew it or not, most people could tell whole stories with the way that they moved. He didn't hold too much fondness for his family, and while he was as loyal as a dog, Monte doubted he'd shed a tear if any one of them got shot. Save for Alex, perhaps. Though she bothered him, their relationship was more of a sibling sort, and while Monte did his best to treat her like the rest of his family, anyone could see she was his favorite sibling, though the term was relative.
As she ruffled his hair again, Monte gave a wry smile, flipping his sister off with one hand and fixing his hair with the other. His eyes trailed his sister up the stairs before he focused back on Angel, lighting a cigarette in the dark corner of the room, cursing silently as he realized it was his last. He watched the trail of smoke curl upwards from the butt of his cigarette, probing for an escape before thinning out into nothingness.
He had half a mind to mock the man, but knew he'd catch hell from his mother and spite from Angel, so instead he stood back as far as possible, puffing on his cigarette with an amused smile all the while.
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Violeta Reyaz
After her crazy evening, Violeta was irritated, her scabbed up knuckles burning for action. As of late she hadn't visited the Warehouse, home of her illegal boxing fights, but seeing as she had some pent up agression and frustrations to take out, she started to walk towards the big, seemingly abandoned building. While the ground floor just had old crates of shipments what were never delivered, beneath chaos erupted. As Violeta's small figure pushed open the large wooden doors of the Warehouse, she felt strangely alone. Walking to the back, boots echoing loudly across the Warehouse, she cracked her knuckles, stopping silently in front of a banged up iron door with a slot for the bodyguard to speak from. Raising up a shaky hand, Violeta knocked, and metal scraped as the slot was opened. A pair of dark brown eyes, set inside dark brown skin met her, eying her for a moment before the metal banged, and the eyes disappeared. Moments later, Violeta heard the locks click, and the old door swung open with a violent scream. The man behind the door smiled.
"V!" He exclaimed, coming in for a half hug. Violeta gave him a devilish grin, hugging him back.
"Hey Ben." The young man clapped her on the back, taking in her appearance.
"Been a while, eh?" Ben's voice was deep, rumbling, a soothing sound Violeta hadn't heard in what seemed like ages. "I'll take you back."
Without another word, the broad young man led Violeta towards the action, where the sounds of men yelling grew louder and louder until it was near deafening in the space below the Warehouse. It was a claustrophobic place, with concrete walls and a ceiling so low any man over six foot two had to stoop. Around them were copper pipes, now oxidized and tinged with green, and in the center of the room, past all the hallways was where the fights were. The Warehouse had had the decency to make a ring, though it wasn't much of one, since the floor beneath the fighter's feet was just a rubber mat. Around them was a cage, bent out of shape from many hits, and around that a ring of men. The place reeked of sweat, vomit, blood and smoke, but it was here Violeta felt at home. As she shoved through the assembled crowd, Violeta hit the cage, lacing her aching fingers around the links, face as close as she could get as she watched two men fight. One she vaguely recognized, the other was a newcomer, or at least someone new since Violeta had left. Around her, dirty money shuffled hands, and drunken men yelled, spittle slying from their mouths. While Violeta wanted a fight, fingers laced around the cage, she focused on the current one, eyes assessing their stance, their tactics.

CJ Kelly
CJ hadn't planned for an eventful night as he sat in a hotel room with his little sister Tyler, joint in hand as he laid back in bed, feeling the buzz in his system as he stared blankly at the ceiling. Tyler had long since fell asleep, and CJ had assumed his night would be uneventful. After getting a good high, eyes red, CJ slowly made his way to the window of the hotel, staring out at the world below until his gaze settled on movement. The area was ripe with shipments, and in his state, CJ made the decision that he could swipe just a few to pay for he and Tyler's next couple nights. Times were getting rougher, and while CJ had no proble taking care of the basics for he and his sister, the time was rare indeed that he had the extra money to pick up some other drugs, attend a party or hook up with girls. Not sure if it was the high or the desperation calling him, CJ put on a dirty, fraying jacket and some shoes and headed outside.
Outside it was pleasant, though some would think otherwise, CJ remembered long nights sleeping on the streets, spending days away from home on missions to scrounge up enough money to take Tyler out somewhere for a while. Putting on a cap, he headed out towards the buildings at a brisk pace, breath frozen in air, though it wasn't all that cold out. His feet splashed the puddles loudly as he approached, now seeing no movement and standing in the middle of a dimly lit street, eyes squinted as he searched for a body.

 

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Vincenzo Romano​

Vinnie chuckled to Fortuna. "I have no doubt they will try it on again, but we have a couple of days to think about that. And we've fought worse than the Duilios Boss." He looked to his watch to see it was later than he thought, already dipping into Sunday. That should be a day of rest, but there was never a day of rest for the Romanos, especially not now. "You enjoy what's left of your night and I will see you tomorrow. Don't forget I'll be in church in the morning," he told her. It was sort of a statement but always an invitation. He always thought he had a lot he needed to be forgiven for, so what better place than the one that took away the guilt for such actions.

After ending the call, Vinnie stepped back out to the hallway and was relieved to find the women of the house had gone upstairs for however long. Hopefully for the night so he didn't have to tiptoe around them. He loved them all more than anything, but daughters were harder work than the business itself and Gianna seemingly still wanted to lay into him about Sinead. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, except perhaps Gianna, but he knew involving Sinead wasn't the best idea and he wasn't at all proud for doing so. He knew he would end up dragging the girl into it at some point, but hadn't anticipated it being so soon. The fact was, Vinnie was a patient man, but Conor had managed to get on his last nerve and the fact the lad had persisted to directly antagonise Vinnie had pushed him into it. The other option had been to have Conor killed, but that would lead everyone directly to the Romanos, the CPD included, and even worse chaos would ensue.

"Angel!" he said, approaching the man and also glancing to Monte. "Fortuna has managed to arrange a meeting with the Duilios on Tuesday, so that's one thing sorted." He glanced towards the top of the stairs. "Sorry to leave you with the women. Please tell me they've all gone to sleep," he remarked, with a smirk. "Nevermind the Sullivans, I think they'll be the ones to finish me off. Especially my wife - she's not happy about Sinead," he said, his face turning serious.

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[Enzyme]

"Please, Sinead won't take it too personal. Hopefully she knows that if we really wanted to hurt her, we would've persued her instead of her penthouse. I mean, yeah, we probably emotionally scarred the girl for life. Hell, maybe I'll even make an appearance in her next song," he turned from Vinnie and looked up at the sky,"'The Angel From Hell Broke My Coffee Table'." He used his hands in a displaying motion, moving them in the shape of a rainbow. He then moved his hands to his waist, chuckling to himself. "Alright, well, I'll head out now before the missus kills you. I'd hate to have to testify against Gianna. Also, I'm somewhat disappointed the Duilios sensed up. Louie would've looked really put together missing his two front teeth." He chuckled, smiling to Vinnie before shaking his hand firmly.

Before heading out, he stopped in his tracks to look at Monte. "You did good, kid. You did exactly what I needed you to do and didn't ask any questions; and boy, do you got a battin' arm." He nodded to him, before moving once again. The guard this time opened the door for him, allowing him to move freely to his car

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Sullivans
Conor, Shannon and Sinead​

Conor nodded when Luca suggested going home for his own car. "Sure, I'll wait here so we can set off in our cars at the same time," he agreed. He could see there was something Emmet and Luca were wanting to discuss in private, but figured it was that way for a reason and he wouldn't question his father's motives. "The CPD shouldn't have issue with me being there and I'll take the spare key just to prove we can be there," he said, referring to the spare key that Sinead had given to her parents.

As they dispersed from the room, Conor and James hung around in the living room to talk about the evening's events. All the while, James wondering how he would sneak into the guest bedroom if he was to arrive back with Emmet at whatever hour it would be. He'd been known to crash out on the Sullivan's sofa quite often, so perhaps he could do that again until it was safe to join Lucy.

Shannon barely smiled when Emmet kissed her on the cheek and said they would talk after the night's business. "Yes, we will," she simply replied. For the sake of keeping her husband's and Conor's tempers at bay, she was trying her hardest to keep her own anger beneath the surface. She wanted Vinnie's blood to paint the streets, but she knew things needed to be done Emmet's way. It didn't stop her from imagining it, though. She followed Emmet into the kitchen but remained silent as she got herself a glass of water and made her way into the conservatory. If she joined those around the dining table, she knew she would end up having an argument with Declan about the state he was in or having to console poor Sinead. The conservatory was Shannon's go-to place to relax and she remembered she'd left some of her art supplies in there before leaving two weeks ago. She decided to finish off the drawing she'd left when she was last home. She wouldn't be able to sleep until she knew Emmet and Conor were back home later.

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Vincenzo Romano​

Vinnie couldn't help but laugh at Angel's suggestion for Sinead's next song. "You could go into the songwriting business if this all gets too much for you," he remarked. "Who knows, perhaps Sinead will sing at my funeral when Gianna has killed me." He then watched as Angel began heading out. "I'll see you tomorrow," he told him.

Vinnie heard what Angel said to Monte and was glad to hear what was being said. Once the man had left, Vinnie stepped over to Monte and pointed towards the stairs. "Get some rest, Monte. We're going to have a lot to do after church is out of the way, tomorrow."

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[Lazy Taco]

Luca had to breath in a little bit before he he looked at Emmet. "We need people working underground, people who can work outside our business and people who the Romano's won't suspect as our members." He told the moments the other started to leave. He stood up and followed behind the others at the same time. "I will speak to you about the rest once I come back." He went toward Sinead and gave her a smile. "If you need me, you know I'm always available for you." He told her grabbing her hand slightly and giving a reassurance squeeze. "I'll see you all tonight." He told them before exiting the Sullivan household.

Luca had to stay outside for a bit, lighting up one of his cigars and waiting for one of the random crewmates to take him home. Normally he would had enough his three guns with him but because he didn't think anything would had happened, he had brought one with him. Just as he was finishing his cigar a few moment later, the driver came and he went to sit on the back. "Step on it, I want to be in ASAP." He said to the driver in a cold tone, he didn't need to take his time. He wanted to find out who destroyed Sinead apartment and he was gonna that answer one way or another. He was gonna show them that the Boogeyman existed and that they needed to beware because he was coming to get them.
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Monte Romano
Monte was a bit taken aback by Angel's words to him, though he still cringed inwardly at being called kid yet again, despite being the senior of the two. Stepping out from the shadows as Vinnie approached him, and with a stony still face, Monte nodded, though he knew he'd be laying restless in bed all night.
"Goodnight Papá." Monte said curtly, black shoes hitting each stair with a quiet yet authoritative click. Once safely in his room, Monte undressed, slow, taking his time as he folded his pants and hung his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it in his dirty clothes. He stood for but moments near the window, moonlight washing his skin a deathly white before he quickly washed up, climbing into bed though he lay staring at the ceiling, mind running through all the events of the day.

Emmet Sullivan
Emmet was in agreement with Luca, having known dwindling numbers and CPD presence was responsible for both his lack of numbers and reluctance to recruit. Shannon had gone off to wherever, and Conor and James mulled around in the living room, which is where Emmet headed directly after scarfing down his meal.
"James." His voice was low, all professional. "We have a job to do tonight. Suit up and grab your guns. If need be we can stop at the Hold."
The Hold was where Emmet kept all his personal weapons, and while he had enough on his person, if they decidedly needed more gun power, he'd likely stop there before anywhere else.
Emmet turned to Conor.
"Take care of Sinead tonight between going to the apartment and watching out for her. I'll be home quite a bit later, I'm sure."
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"The fox's fur is beautiful, but their teeth are just as sharp as a wolf's."

Maite
Maite was deathly quiet in the back seat as Ander drove. It was quiet, a little past midnight probably...A few parties were still going on as the group quietly made their way towards the train station. A siren rang out in the night, but it didn’t make her wince like it did the first time she went on a delivery. She had been 16 years old, mother still fresh in her grave as Martzel helped teaching her the ropes of their business. He had been 18, fresh off the boat with his true love Jona beside him as he poured over maps and instructions for fake cargo. That night had been the scariest of her life, scarier than when her mother died because she knew her entire family might have gotten arrested. Her newborn baby sister would be sent away.
Now, Maite was stoic, used to suppressing the nerves of being out on a run.
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Danny
Danny was a little more nervous. His twin sister was with him on a run, and anything could happen. Cops, rival gangs, set ups, anything. Their lives could be over in the flash of a second. But hey, that was life. They just played roulette with bullets instead of chips. At the train yard, Ander parked in the shadows, hidden by a cargo freight. Ander stayed in the car, hand tapping the wheel nervously. Maite whispered to him something, but Danny was too far away to hear it. He just saw her lips moving and Ander’s expression soften. Martzel and Danny flanked Maite on either side as they approached the train car. Slowly, the door opened revealing a mousy looking man’s face, nose twitching and eyes bugged out in apparent fear. He began mumbling to them in Spanish. Danny couldn’t quite make it out, he was watching all around them, watching quietly.
“Yes...I have it...it must get to the port tonight! I think someone knows…”
“You’re being paranoid, Esteban. Martzel, Danny, bring it out.” She barked at them to get moving in a masculine voice. Esteban didn’t know his boss was a woman. He had never seen them before, always dealing with Ander, Danny, and Martzel.

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[neverbackdown]

Alex turned her head when she heard the door open. She feighed a hurt expression when Alena mentioned Alex dirtying the sheets "Hey I had a shower this morning, I am clean" she said with a laugh. Sitting up on the bed a more serious expression took over her features as she watched her sister dry her hair "I just wanted to make sure you were alright, you left rather abrubtly earlier" Alex watched her carefully trying to judge her reactions. She yawned again and stretched slightly as she heard footsteps walk past Alebas room, Everyones going to bed, she thought to herself, she herself needed to head soon aswell.

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James Porter
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James got up from the sofa when Emmet addressed him. At the time he was still dressed somewhat formally in a suit, but he always kept changes on clothing in the trunk of his car, for jobs such as this one. "I've got some guns in my car, but if it's something packing more power you're after then we'd be best stopping off at the Hold first," he told his boss. Whilst Emmet spoke with Conor, James went out to his car to grab a t-shirt and jacket, returning inside to quickly change his tops over in the middle of the living room. He didn't much care if anyone saw his scars and tattoos, each one told a story he was never secretive about. Securing his guns in place, he looked back to Emmet. "I'm good to go," he told him. "Whose car are we taking?" he followed up. He was usually the one who did the driving, but it didn't really matter tonight as he wasn't taking his boss to a business meeting.

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Conor Sullivan​

When his father asked him to take care of Sinead, Conor didn't need to think twice about agreeing. "Of course I'll take care of her," he assured him, with a strong pat on the back. "You and James look after yourselves. Have someone find me if you need backup," he asked. Conor went into the dining room to give Sinead one last hug and tell her he had to go out for a bit. He still had his own room in the family home, as well as his own place, friends' sofas, sometimes a woman's bed, and a police cell to choose from when wishing to sleep. But tonight he told Sinead he'd sleep on her bedroom floor so he could annoy her until she decided to fall asleep.

Once it was time, Conor got to the apartment and waited for Luca before attempting to enter the apartment block. They would have to walk up two flights of stairs. The elevator was still sealed off, with police and detectives still taking photographs of the crime scene. As they approached the door to Sinead's apartment, a police officer was just removing the tape that had blocked the narrow corridor. They'd taken all of the evidence and pictures they needed from inside the apartment - they were more interested in the scene of the murder. "Conor, mate," Officer Lockwood greeted him, putting on an Irish accent. The cop was one of the officers Conor had had various conversations with from his bed in a cell of the police station. "It's a mess in there, but you're fine to go inside. Make sure you stay away from the elevator, though. Third dead body in one night and my colleagues are furious," he warned them. "And they're definitely going to want to question your sister after what's inside her apartment."

"I'll catch you later, Lockwood," Conor said, watching the cop walk away. He then walked inside the apartment with Luca. There they could see the smashed mirrors, broken furniture and belongings strewn around the place. No doubt some of Sinead's possessions had been stolen too. Conor stood on the spot, turning his body so he could get a 360 view. "Someone's going to pay..." he began, almost like he was talking to himself. He was a little shocked to see how much effort had been put into damaging Sinead's home. But that damage seemed to pale in comparison to what his eyes were next drawn to. "Have you seen that?" he asked Luca, pointing to the words that had been written on the wall in blood. "Do you feel safe, Sinead?" Conor was beyond grateful that he'd found out about this before Sinead had the chance to walk in on it. "Someone is going to fucking die," he hissed. Conor was usually one to vent his anger by shouting and punching, but the venom in his strangely calm voice would seem far more threatening than his usual manner.

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(More posts later. I need food.)

 

[Misty Gray]

Vincenzo Romano​

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Once Angel had left and Monte had retreated upstairs to his room, Vinnie poured himself a large whiskey and sat down on one of the sofas in the living room. He lit up a cigar and smoked it as he sat in silence. He was by now certain he'd disrupted the Sullivans and had no doubt they were going to retaliate. He knew he would need to have even more eyes and ears out on the streets. His hotels were well protected, so he wasn't too worried about those. In reality, the thing causing him the most concern was the well-being of his daughters. The same daughters who resented him for trying to protect them. Perhaps he had used the wrong choice of words when speaking to Alena, but the fact of the matter was that he didn't want people to take advantage of her. He worked with some men who took advantage of young women, so knew all too well that it could happen. And regardless of their clothing, Alex and Alena were still young women who happened to be his daughters. Alena had already been harmed before and he will be damned if he allows it to happen again. He knew he was a hypocrite and Gianna would be right to lecture him about what he'd done to Sinead. It was too late now and in reality, he'd probably do it again if pushed.

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[Foxy]

Emmet Sullivan

Emmet eyed James with approval, giving him a polite nod. Emmet looked as sharp as he could get, his suit was clean, wrinkle free, and he'd run a hand through his hair, pulling the longer strands back.
While James had changed, Emmet had taken advantage of the time, grabbing all the guns he needed. As usual, his Colt was strapped to his hip, and on the other hip was a Beretta handgun.
In his strong hands was a double barrel shotgun that he'd sawed off years before. Figuring James would have a mid range machine gun in his car somewhere, Emmet had picked the closest range gun he had. He'd have preferred to grab an automatic shotgun from the Hold, but looking down at his ornate watch, he realized they were out of time. They had to get to the shipment as fast as possible.
"Your car." He said simply, marching towards the door and opening it for James. "We've got to hurry."
Catching a glimpse of himself as he walked out the door, Emmet smiled at himself. His imposing figure was perfect, despite having jacket pockets stuffed to the brim with shotgun shells. Cracking his knuckles, Emmet swung the shotgun over one shoulder with one hand, the other fumbling for a cigar he'd slipped out of the box Lucy had left him, sticking in his mouth though it wasn't yet lit. His heart was pounding in his chest, though it was the jitter of excitement rather than nerves. Over twenty years Emmet had been at his job. Nothing made him nervous anymore in the business, not the thought of arrest nor the shadow of death looming over him. After several near death experiences in his youth, Emmet had all but forgotten his old fear of death, and while this should have been a simple operation, anything could happen. Outside, he relished the fresh air, staring up at the stars, starting to feel a sort of peace settle within him. Jobs always had the effect on him. He'd begin excited, then kill off the emotion, gaining a deadly calm and no-nonsense attitude, with an intense focus that little could break. Emmet Sullivan was a dangerous man on a mission, and though he hadn't ventured out to do gang business like this in years, he was no less dangerous than before. Tapping one gleaming black shoe on the ground, he looked back at the door, impatient and expecting James to emerge soon.

Misty Gray​

 

[Misty Gray]

James Porter​

James grinned when Emmet confirmed which car they were taking as he loved driving. He retrieved his keys from the coffee table and followed the boss out. When he saw Emmet impatiently tapping his foot, he rushed to unlock the door so the man could get into the passenger seat. James opened the door at the driver's side and retrieved a flashlight from under the seat. As he always did, he walked around the vehicle, shining the torchlight as he inspected everything. Satisfied, he got into the car and started the engine before effortlessly manoeuvring out between the other parked cars and driving off. He spent so much time driving around Chicago that he could almost get around the city with his eyes closed. Focused fully on everything around them as he drove, James was deathly quiet. If Emmet started conversation, he would certainly speak with him, but he was too focused on their surroundings to think of starting up a conversation himself.

When they were close to where the shipment was expected, James parked the car down a narrow street between two nearby buildings and switched off the headlights so they could survey the area and discuss what to do next. "What do you think?" he asked, carefully eyeing the intended location a short distance away. Other than a few drunken wanderers, the area was eerily silent. "How shall we do this?" he asked. As he spoke, he was precisely checking the guns on him were loaded, despite already checking back at the house.

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[sprouhtt]

Location: Romano Residence (In her bathroom)
Interaction: neverbackdown
Mentioned: Enzyme Foxy
Actions: In her bedroom drying her hair

Alena ran her hand through her now curly wet hair as she walked around the room in one direction up and down. Sorta like she was pacing. Alena listened to her sister,"Yeah, this morning duh. Now it's in the late afternoons and you were out nasty," Alena said as she let out a slight laugh. She loved Alex because she is very close to Alex and gets to be herself. Alena threw her wet towel at Alex when she had finished talking. Alena heard the downstairs door open and then close so she decided without thinking to walk over to her window and look out. When she looked out, she saw that it was Giovanni leaving the house. She thought that he would stay since it was a bit late, and he looked tired. Alena watched as he made his way to the car. Giovanni was nice, but she didn't want to get too attached to him.

Alena snapped back to reality and tried to listen to what her sister was saying, "Oh yes. I'm fine, thanks for checking on me though." Alena told her sister as she walked away from the window and went over to her closet. Alena looked through thousands of sleeping gowns and she was really tempted on sleeping in just her undergarments or maybe a shirt. "I feel like Monte hates me at times," she tells her sister as she looks for something to wear. Alena decided on a red sleeping gown that came with a matching robe and she went into the bathroom and slipped it on before walking out. Alena turned around in the dress,"What do you think?" She asked her sister. "Also, are you alright? You seemed a little bit off today if that makes any sense," Alena added.

Spoiler: Her Sleepwear

 

[Lazy Taco]

Luca Piero D'angelo
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Luca could be seen driving his 1940 orange Dodge coupe, a car that he had has since 8 years ago, to Sinead apartment. He had switched his clothes and taken his colt and Bereta handgun with him once he left her apartment in order to go to where the shipment was at. Once he got there, they had gone inside where Conor had spoken with one of the police man. While Conor had spoken with him, he had went to the manager of the building and had taken out a notebook, in order to write the description of how the perpetrators looked for later to draw it and target that person.

Once Luca had finished, he followed behind Conor to her apartment. He had to control his anger when he saw the damage of it and had to stop himself from blowing on anger and chasing after the Romano's, his anger was boiling to the point he couldn't control it but he had to breath in, mostly because he didn't feel like getting angry in front of Conor. "Do you feel safe,Sinead?" Those letter stayed on his head as he went out the building, trying to breath in some air so that he wouldn't do something he would regret. "Van a ver, yo lo destruire poquito por poquito." He said. They will see, he was gonna destroy them little by little and he wasn't gonna stop until he felt that they weren't dangerous.
Misty Gray

 

[Foxy]

Emmet Sullivan

Emmet mustered a smile as James hurried out, opening the passenger door and quickly moving to the driver's side. Emmet, of course, hadn't needed James to open a damn door, but knew it was part of the young man's habits while on the job. Sitting down, shotgun between his legs, Emmet ignored the flashlight as it shone over all the angles of the car, James inspecting it. While it was unlikely it was tampered with, Emmet felt a sense of security with James. The kid knew his car inside out, and would likely easily detect anything out of place. Moments later, the light disappeared, and the car swayed as James climbed in, instantly starting it.
As they drove, it was clear to Emmet that James didn't want to speak, his eyes on the road with hawk-like focus. Emmet wasn't much in the mood to talk either, his blue eyes scanning the roadsides, mind analyzing every odd shape they passed. There was only one plan of action. Intercept the shipment and get the hell out. Looking down as they drove, Emmet ran his calloused fingertips over the shotgun barrels, giving a slight smile when he felt a rough edge under his fingers. He'd been so mad when Conor had etched his initials into Emmet's prized shotgun, but ever since he had held the shotgun near to his heart, keeping it on hand at all times despite having better shotguns in the Hold.
As the car rolled to a stop and James cut the headlights, the two men looked at each other briefly before James asked what their plan was. Emmet stared out the window, squinting at passerby's and locating a few good spots a grown man could hide with ease.
"I go in first with the shotgun." He said slowly, pointing straight down the street. "I take it direct, if anyone but the Romanos catch me, I can shrug off the blame by telling them I'm picking up a distillery package."
Pointing at several street corners and trash lining the street, he looked over at James.
"You cover for me. You have the longer ranged weapons. If anyone hostile shows up and threatens me, shoot to kill. You're my eyes and ears. I need you to keep a lookout for me and if any regular people show up, guide them elsewhere in incapacitate them."
His light eyes were stone cold as he delivered the orders. While he'd rather not get the regular citizens involved, it was worse to steal a shipment from the Romanos with a passerby as a witness to the deed. Emmet got ready to exit the car before he looked over at James, a sadistic smile on his face. Old or not, Emmet was in his element.
"You got this?" While Emmet's voice was low and even, the question wasn't so much a question as to James's skills, but moreso a question asked in concern for the kid.
Misty Gray ​

 

[Maxilgal]

Maite

Maite’s inner ear perked at the sound of a car nearby, and something slowly fell within herself as it shut off. She took out her pistol, and cocked it. Walking away from her overseer spot, she walked around the freight. Her pump was beating wildly as she peered out into the inky darkness.

“Martzel, Danny! Get out here…” She called back in Basque, just to be discreet. She didn’t know who was out here.

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Danny

Martzel and Danny had eyed the container warily, and using a crowbar they checked the contents. Explosives with Spanish writing on the labels were hidden under a layer of protective straw. Martzel gave a low whistle before returning the top to the casing. He turned to Esteban and handed him an envelope. Speaking softly in Spanish, he thanked the man while he hurriedly counted through the cash.

“Yeah, yeah. You Azarolas always keep your word.” He smirked greedily as he pocketed the cash and moved aside. Before the two men could even begin moving the crate, they heard Maite’s gruff voice call out. They shouldered their guns instantly and slowly hopped down off the train.

“Maite,” Danny said in Basque, “What is it.” His heart was pumping wildly. His fingers began to twitch. Something wasn't right.

Foxy Misty Gray
(Posting off of mobile right now sorry for return to text format)

 

[neverbackdown]

Alex laughed at Alena‘s comment about Alex being dirty. "Im very...." Alex was cut off when a towel hit her in the face. She smirked as she took the towel and threw it back at Alena who was now looking in her wardrobe. She nodded at her comment about Monte and shrugged "Ah he does love you, but its Monte noone knows how he feels, I feel like he only tolerates me as well" She said in a reassuring tone. Alex wasnt sure if Monte did love her or anyone for that fact, but she did know he liked her from his reactions and ways towards her.
"Yeah Im fine just tired and the fire shook me a bit" Alex took another swig of the wine as she stood up. "Im going to head to bed, I love you and you know you can always come to me if you want to talk" She gave Alena a hug before picking up the bottle of wine and making her way towards the door "and dont mind Dad you looked amzing in that dress" Alex gave Alena a wink before walking out the door and towards her room.
Once inside her room she finished the bottle of wine and got into bed a little tipsy, she pushed the thoughts of todays events to the back of her mind before settling down in her bed.

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[Misty Gray]

James Porter​

James listened carefully as Emmet gave him his instructions. "I've got you covered, Boss," he said, as he reached into the backseat to grab his hat and yet another gun. The thought of someone hostile showing up didn't worry him at all, if anything, he hoped it was a Romano so it would make killing them more worthwhile. Of course, he'd hate to harm an innocent passerby, but if they got in the way then he wouldn't hesitate.

"I've got this," he confirmed, returning the same sadistic smile Emmet had shown. "They're going to wish they'd never started this shit tonight," he seriously added. James then climbed out of the car, fully armed, and followed Emmet's lead. Even whilst paying attention to Emmet, his eyes and mind were constantly scanning their surroundings and everything around them, picking up on the tiny details and identifying the best spots to take cover if needed.

Foxy

Conor Sullivan​

Conor reached into his pocket and retrieved one of the matchstick he carried around, placing it between his lips and teeth. Unlike some of his family members, he'd managed to easily give up smoking over a year ago but there were still times, like now, that he was tempted. The matchstick served as something as a replacement from lighting up again.

"Luca, you do what you need to do," he suggested, not taking his eyes from the message on the wall as he spoke. "I'm going to get rid of that shit on the wall and then pack up some of Sinead's undamaged clothes," he told him.

Conor proceeded to grabbing a wet cloth and wiping away the bloodwritten message from the wall, perhaps putting too much strength into the action than needed. The red stains remained on the wall, but all trace of what the words had said were now gone and Conor tossed the cloth onto the floor. He then made his way into Sinead's bedroom and retrieved her suitcase from under the bed. For someone so ignorant to women's fashion, Conor was very carefully folding up the dresses as he packed them. He knew he couldn't take them all, so was even deciding which ones he thought were her favourites. Anyone who knew Conor well, or even just a little, would know the restraint and control he was presenting was very unlike the hot-headed young man. It was perhaps more worrying than if he was shouting and smashing things. Behind the distraction of making a sweet gesture for Sinead, the cogs in the back of his mind were turning and thinking of all the ways he could torture the Romanos.

Lazy Taco

 

[Misty Gray]

Sinead Sullivan​

After finishing her meal, Sinead had decided to clean up after everyone else had left to attend to more serious matters. She didn't even mind as her father had been nice enough to cook for them all that the least she could do was clean up. Taking her sister's earlier advice, Sinead took a bottle of wine from the cellar and also a couple of glasses, before making her way upstairs.

"Lucy?" Sinead called from the top of the stairs. After knocking on a couple of doors, she then found her sister in one of the guest bedrooms. Standing in the doorway, somehow balancing the bottle and glasses in one hand, she motioned in the direction of her own bedroom. "I'm having drinks in my room. Care to join me?" she asked, managing a playful smile. The guest room was fine, but her own room was the one she'd had when growing up and it felt like a better room to catch up with her sister in. "Dad's taken James out on a job and Conor didn't say where he was going."


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Vincenzo Romano​

After finishing his drink, Vinnie had a quick word with the soldiers guarding his front door before he retreated upstairs. He removed his tie as he walked, then entered his and Gianna's bedroom. Seeing his wife was doing the rest of her unpacking, he walked over to her. "Do you need any help?" he offered. Regardless of her answer, he would continue speak with her. "How was your trip, then? I've missed having you here, the place hasn't been the same," he told her, with a warm smile on his face. When alone with Gianna, Vinnie could let his guard down and show his softer side without anyone there to take advantage by seeing it as a weakness.

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